Yes. Yes, it was, and Spencer swallowed around something stuck in his throat. "It could be an animal," he said, faintly. "Something from the Forest." Which wasn't a very comforting thought, unless you compared it to the alternative, in which case it suddenly became distinctly fuzzy and charming.
The group did seem to be converging on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, as far as Spencer could tell. He stared at the shapes in the distance, the grounds around them now rather ominiously clear, and turned to Mikey, mouth twisting down unhappily. "Something that could attract -- that many of them might, um." Need saving, but he wasn't quite brave enough to say it aloud.